Walter Becker — Brooklyn lyrics

The page contains the lyrics of the song "Brooklyn" by Walter Becker.

Lyrics

A race of angels bound with one another
A dish of dollars laid out for all to see
A tower room at Eden Rock
His golf at noon for free
Brooklyn owes the charmer under me Brooklyn owes the charmer under me His lady’s aching to bring a body down
She daily preaches on where she wants to be An evening with a movie queen
A face we all have seen
Brooklyn owes the charmer under me Brooklyn owes the charmer under me A case of aces done up loose for dealing
A piece of island cooling in the sea
The whole of time we gain or lose
And power enough to choose
Brooklyn owes the charmer under me Brooklyn owes the charmer under me Yeah, Brooklyn owes the charmer under me Brooklyn owes the charmer under me